Title: the killer in you has gotten out
Fandom: "Supernatural"
Disclaimer: not my characters; just for fun. Title from Anne Sexton.
Warnings: spoilers for 4.9
Pairings: mentions of Sam/Ruby
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 425
Point of view: third
"Hiya, Ruby."
She raises an eyebrow. "What do you want, Dean?"
"So, I got to thinking," he says, slowly circling her. She turns in place to follow him, knowing she can leave anytime. It gives her a measure of comfort. "I owe you for saving Sam, keeping him alive." He spins on his heel to glare at her. "But you fucked him. You got him at the most vulnerable time of his life."
Ruby scoffs. "I helped him when you were gone, that's all."
He laughs. "You love him." Dean cants his head to the side, studying her, and her meatsuit shivers. "He'll never love you. And I wonder…" He bites his lip, anger in his eyes. "If I told him what you did in Hell, how do you think he'd react?"
She freezes in place, staring at him in horror. "You know?" she whispers, fear tumbling through her, telling her to flee before it's too late.
His smile is completely humorless. "I remember everything." He steps forward, hand outstretched.
Ruby tries to lunge back but can't move.
"I always wondered," he says, "how demons got their powers. After you told me they'd been human, I started thinking." His eyes are sharp, his gaze biting. "I'm too young to be much of a threat to the old ones, to Lilith and Alistair and their generation." His tongue fumbles on the second name and Ruby shudders. She remembers well that demon. "But you?"
She gasps, hands going to her throat as the body starts convulsing. "It's in the blood, Ruby." His face is emotionless as she falls to the meatsuit's knees. "You helped Sam unlock his."
"Please," she gasps. "He still needs me." It hurts worse than when Lilith cast her out, burns and sears. "I can still help!"
He laughs coldly. "You helped unlock his demon-given abilities, Jane," he hisses, her human name a slur. "But mine were torn wide open in Hell."
Awareness is leaving her. She had told Sam he was exorcising them back to the Pit. But that was just one of a dozen lies.
"Please," she gasps again. "Dean."
"Hush, sweetheart," he murmurs, one hand brushing hair off her face as he kneels next to her. "You did well, caring for Sammy till I came back. But I'm here now, amped up and fully charged. He's got no more use for you."
Her true form billows out of the girl's mouth and she feels pieces of her dying. The last thing she sees is Dean's eyes, hazel bleeding to golden.